But I can't stay to watch you[Farren/Blaine/Lyric]

[BLAINE CARTER]

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The first time Blaine had worn a suit was for Farren. He’d set up a date with her at The Ritz for the two of him, at the time he wanted to give her everything she wanted, and be everything she wanted. Even though, she had ran off, got drunk, and kissed the person he hated the most. At the time, Blaine had actually thought he’d get over that, but time showed he was wrong. Standing at the foot of the bed, Blaine looked over his outfit for the evening, The Ritz, once again had him dressing formally, but by this time, he’d gotten use to the new fashion (at least to him.) The attire was specifically men in black and women in white. So Blaine, of course, wore all black.

Picking up his shirt, Blaine began getting dressed roughly putting each clothing in place since he was in rush, in the process he’d almost fallen over and had to balance himself on the bed while he cursed at himself for being a dumbass. Huffing, Blaine buttoned his blazer and walked into the bathroom, moving passed Farren as she did her make up, his eyes flickered up glancing at her in the mirror for a brief second before taking his toothbrush. Blaine tried to avoid all eye contact from then on. Lately that was how it was between him and Farren. Distance. After placing his razor and toothbrush in the appropriate place, Blaine took one more look in the mirror before walking out back into the bedroom and picking up first a ring he’d decided to wear, and slid it onto his middle finger then secondly his brass knuckles.

Blaine knew Farren would be a few extra minutes, so without hesitation he walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to the left of the stove, and grabbed the first lined up short glass before spinning around on his heel to open the fridge and place a few ice cubes into the empty glass. Shutting the door, Blaine leaned down and took the whiskey from the bottom cabinet to pour himself a glass and take a sip. The few minutes he stood there felt like forever. Every. Fucking. Time… Sighing heavily Blaine took another sip for the ride and walked his way toward the door. I’ll be in the car! Hopefully she wouldn’t take any longer than she already had.

Blaine was seen sitting in his car, leaned back in the seat flipping a lighter on and off, on and off as Farren came jogging to his car. As she reached for the car door, Blaine threw the lighter over and started the car. Why do girls ALWAYS have to take so long? He said putting it in reverse and backing out before hauling ass onto the road. The drive wasn’t anything special. It was quiet, and awkward. It made Blaine want to jump out of the car while it was moving.

Arriving, Blaine got out of the car thankful for the fresh air and people around. His eyes scanned the few couple of people who walked in with the both of them, he’d caught sight of each of their arms linked or holding hands, Blaine figured he’d might as well do also. Reaching over, Blaine took Farren’s and gave a small smile to her as they walked in the doors.

Well this night is going to be boring and dreadful.

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Outfit: Here
Notes: I hate you both. I will not apologize for this crappy post.

[FARREN TAYLOR]

It had also been a while since Farren had gotten a chance to get dolled up for something like this. Ever since Blaine found out about her little kiss with Simon, their relationship had pretty much gone downhill from there, and he'd only taken her out once since then. Farren understood though. He was never a big fan of Simon, and she supposed if he had kissed Olivia, she wouldn't have been able to get over it either. Though, as the weeks passed by, Farren began feeling there was something else going on. It almost felt like he had been avoiding her these past few weeks, rarely coming home, rarely talking. This was definitely something else other than the kiss that bothered him. 

Farren, however, being one to only hear what she wanted to hear to stop any further pain, ignored the signs, despite how blatantly obvious they actually were, using the excuse of "it's just a bump in the road." as her mother had put it on the phone just a few days ago when she had called to vent. It was easier to believe that than it was to realize your boyfriend of five months had lost interest. Yes, it was much easier. If only Farren Taylor could prepare herself for what was to happen that night.

Standing in the bathroom in her bathrobe, the nervous brunette carefully applied her make up, trying to get it just right. It was the Christmas ball, and everyone had to look their best, and she wanted Blaine to feel proud of his catch. As she was just beginning to finish up, Blaine came rushing in. For a moment there, she was about to lean over and kiss him, but she stopped herself as he silently brushed his teeth instead, not giving her the slightest bit of acknowledgment except when he pushed passed her. This was how it'd been for awhile, and it drove Farren absolutely bonkers. Perhaps tonight that would all change. Maybe if she dressed to the nines, he would be all over her like he used to be. Just maybe.

Finishing up in the bathroom, she began undressing and quickly slid into her gown. Farren knew how much Blaine hated waiting, and she wouldn't want to piss him off anymore than she already had considering he already left to the car in a huff. Zipping the back and sliding into her shoes, she was finally ready to scurry off to the ball. Grabbing her clutch, she made her way to the car with a sort of apologetic expression on her face. Instead of saying sorry, she just smiled at him, muttering "You look handsome." before turning her head to look out the window. That was the only thing she uttered the rest of the ride to their destination.

Upon arrival, Farren turned to look at Blaine with a reassuring smile before stepping out of the car and allowing him to take her by the hand. Looking up at him as they walked in, she noticed he looked sort of disinterested, annoyed. "Something wrong, baby?"

Notes: Um, sad. So sad. 
Outfit: here

[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

Ouch! Jesus fucking Christ, Lace, stop pulling my hair! Lyric Holliday sat perched on the edge of the counter, (wearing only a tank top and a pair of boy-short style underwear), in their bathroom as her roommate helped curl her hair. She had set out a bottle of silver nail polish and began to do her toes, when Lacey tugged a little too hard, and sent her brush skidding over the rest of her foot. Goddamn it, The blonde whispered under her breath, reaching for a tissue. She had to look extra nice tonight. 

Her date, Malcolm, (one of the local frat boys), was someone Lyric would never go for. But she couldn't say no to a beautiful man. And this tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned wonder was the definition of a beautiful man. Grudgingly cleaning up the mess, she glared at Lacey and hopped off the counter. She walked to the kitchen for a pre-night out drink, shouting back to the Latino girl who had started her own pampering in front of the mirror Lyric had been blocking. LACE, YOU WANT A DRINK? What kind of question was that? Of course Lacey Lopez wanted a drink. Without any regard to what Lacey's response was, she brought back two glasses of liquor to the bathroom and handed one to the other girl. Hurry up, She scolded, watching Lacey apply mascara at a snail's pace. The blonde rolled her blue eyes and walked to her room, finishing her drink in a long gulp.

After changing into white undergarments, Lyric opened her closet and took out the clear dress bag that had been waiting for just the right occasion. She slid the white fabric over her head, adjusting it as she pulled it down into place. With a satisfied smile, Lyric turned to look at herself in her full-length mirror, admiring the curves that the dress hugged. Checking to see if her toenails were dry yet, and finding them safe, she slid her feet into a pair of comfortable silver heels, instantly making her several inches taller. Perfect.

Malcolm, it turned out, was about as interesting as watching glue dry. The only thing on his mind was to get the blonde out of her dress, which he made obvious by his hand placements when he tried to dance with her. Simon Chapman, you are a dead man, Lyric thought with a large sip from her champagne glass. If it hadn't been empty, that is. She took it as an opportunity to sneak away from her date. I'm going to get another glass of champagne, I'll be right back. She said, instantly making an unsatisfied face as she turned her back to him. Lyric had no intention of returning to his side. She began looking for Lacey and Simon, scanning the crowd as she pushed her way through. Not finding either, she was a little discouraged, until the girl spotted a very bored looking man who was all too familiar.

Blaine! Oh how lovely to see you! She exclaimed, tugging on his arm to get his attention, and leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, before stepping back and noticing the smaller brunette next to him. Mm..Blaine, you've been a bad boy... Lyric giggled, and redirected her attention to the girl. I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Lyric, and you are? The taller girl asked, looking her over. They were together. Together.


Notes: #cryingbutnotreally (I am sorry that it gets a little sloppy in the middle...just ignore it c:)
Outfit: Here (:

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[BLAINE CARTER]

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Yeah. I’m fine. The place just reminds me a lot of those snobby people that were here when we came that one time to eat. This was a lie. Blaine wasn’t uncomfortable with the people. Most college students were here, some violated dress code and some had fun with it in their own style. What Blaine didn’t understand was, why didn’t someone just crash the party, excuse him, ball, right then and make memories here? It would be a lot less awkward and a lot more fun. After all, it would be causing trouble, and in Blaine’s book, that was just wonderful. What had him irritated was Farren, and she wasn’t even doing anything wrong to him. It was like, he loved her, but he wasn’t in love anymore. They got boring. He was angry at her and himself for being such an asshole, though that made no sense at all, but he understood it.

As a waiter came by with a tray of champagne, Blaine didn’t bother himself to stop him, just reached out and took one glass into his hand then tilted it up at his lips. The waiter had turned around to look at him and Blaine’s eyebrows rose as if he was saying “Do you have a problem? Cause this problem could be fixed outside.” It looked as if the waiter had received his message too, since the man eyes started wondering else where. Blaine then placed the empty glass on the tray and took another one with a smile using a sugar sweet tone as he spoke over to the man. Thank you so very much. Blaine’s eyes followed the man as he walked away and then took another sip of his champagne, waiting for some kind of scold from Farren. A speech relevant to “you had no right of being a jerk right then.” but instead, at the corner of his eye a tall blonde tugged at his arm.

Blaine then turned his head at her attention and his eyes went wide. It was like he was paralyzed. Lyric. The shock had Blaine forgetting about the spilt champagne on his hand and his heart racing inside of his chest, but quickly he gathered himself together and smiled loosening his tensed muscles. Hey Lyric. Just as he was about to speak for Farren, he noticed she was about to do that herself, so he stepped back out of their way letting them introduce each other for themselves. The key was to act normal, not awkward like he felt. In all honesty, Blaine wasn’t helping himself with the secretive glances at Lyric. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

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[LYRIC HOLLIDAY]

Fancy seeing you here, Lyric winked, running her tongue along her teeth in anticipation. The night clearly had just gotten quite a bit more interesting. She waited for the smaller brunette to introduce herself, while returning the glances to Blaine. Farren, it seemed, was her name. While the girl spoke, obviously a little confused at the situation, Lyric took a minute to completely take her in, a thin smile firmly on her lips, slyly stating that the blonde was more than confident that she was better than Farren. Was she really that naive? Blaine was an attractive man, she couldn't just ignore all the girls looking at him. She wouldn't let him wander to the club alone and make off with random women, so Lyric justified her actions with the conclusion that they weren't together. No girlfriend could be that much of an idiot. 

She changed her tactics quickly, turning her gaze back to Blaine. Be a doll and accompany me to the drink table? Lyric asked, batting her eyelashes and smiling as she looked up at the man. Your little friend can come too, She added, raising a brow casually at Farren, attempting to be polite as she slid a hand around his thick bicep, and began pulling him along with her.

Notes: Sorry Dx I wasn't sure what exactly y'all wanted me to do c:

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